I happened to be in Easton, Pennsylvania the other day and came across this massive bonfire in the town, the construction and burning of which is apparently an annual tradition. You could hear it...
I happened to be in Easton, Pennsylvania the other day and came across this massive bonfire in the town, the construction and burning of which is apparently an annual tradition. You could hear it crackling from over five miles away and behind a hill.
Apparently it’s the duty of the high school seniors to make sure this fire gets built (with the coordination of the local fire department). Sounds like a very responsible teaching moment—and a lot of fun for the students!
Sometimes, I think we all just need to take a moment to stare deep into a really massive, flickering fire. Campfires have always helped me reset and reorient myself in a world where my surroundings are often static. There’s something entrancing about the way the flames dance—they have a life of their own, shapeless and yet so sharp; it’s a special kind of gift to be able to gaze long into a twisting heart of fire (safely) and think about your life. You can see hunger, ambition, entropy; and also warmth, beauty, and inspiration. What a thing to experience!
I saw this one time driving on Route 22 years ago, and didn't know what it was. It was huge, even at that distance. I thought it was a building burning down.
I saw this one time driving on Route 22 years ago, and didn't know what it was. It was huge, even at that distance. I thought it was a building burning down.
I happened to be in Easton, Pennsylvania the other day and came across this massive bonfire in the town, the construction and burning of which is apparently an annual tradition. You could hear it crackling from over five miles away and behind a hill.
Apparently it’s the duty of the high school seniors to make sure this fire gets built (with the coordination of the local fire department). Sounds like a very responsible teaching moment—and a lot of fun for the students!
Sometimes, I think we all just need to take a moment to stare deep into a really massive, flickering fire. Campfires have always helped me reset and reorient myself in a world where my surroundings are often static. There’s something entrancing about the way the flames dance—they have a life of their own, shapeless and yet so sharp; it’s a special kind of gift to be able to gaze long into a twisting heart of fire (safely) and think about your life. You can see hunger, ambition, entropy; and also warmth, beauty, and inspiration. What a thing to experience!
I saw this one time driving on Route 22 years ago, and didn't know what it was. It was huge, even at that distance. I thought it was a building burning down.